I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who'd like to say a few words instead.
A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with "I'm an engineer. i'm not a poet or a politician. I don't... do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i'm just going to tell you about the street I grew up on."
And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.
All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.
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the prince and princess of dragonstone in aegon's garden
belated valentine's day post... it's my blog, i get to make sappy art of one of the most tragic couples in asoiaf. i maintain that there was a sweet spot, once they got used to each other's oddnesses and before everything went to shit, when they were happy.
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Tribute to Barcus' multi-exlodey arrow glitch before it got fixed. Greygold wouldn't have been able to look badass blowing up all the near-impenetrably questionable glowey pillars in one turn without them.
I think Raphael's song ended in the me-trying-to-aim wait-time-mode by then but in-reality 6-second-turn-wise, I like to think the song stopped because he was dumbfounded.
Greygold respects all forms of art, especially when it allows them the opportunity to wreck your shit.
bonus:
The summons were behind the door the whole time
Because Greygold is always prepared for a battle (unlike me)
And they are very proud of their team
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